I woke up this morning and my friend Stan had left me a couple of pairs of 501 jeans, now the thought was nice but I am wondering if he took the time to see that they had no wholes because in each pair the crotch was very air-conditioned if you know what I mean. My thought, return them, give Stan a heartfelt thanks but no-thanks. Now if he asks why? I should surely ask if he would wear the jeans? Stan is great guy, such a perfectionist with everything that he does. How Stan had over see this one I had to wonder where his mind was at. Koo-Doo’s Stan…

I see that there is now a new Vancouver Police Officer on a mountain bike patrolling the neighbourhood. Being the paranoid person that I am, stop to think that because I have bothered the Neighbourhood Ambassador’s with taking their photos when ever I get the opportunity. The ambassadors have never bothered me but they sure have given Stick a lot of problems with his panning on the street during the rush-hour traffic. Now Stick is only trying to make buck for beer and what ever.

I am sitting in McDonald where I go every morning for my coffee and muffin and have the opportunity to connect to the free Internet. The same women working counter every morning has seen me do this for I don’t know how long. She must not like me or maybe she doesn’t like the homeless street people because most of the time that I order from her she doesn’t give me a tray. Now call me strange, (Yes we know that I am but that’s beside the point) Now why can’t I have a tray like everybody else? I believe that I am of the human family like some of the others that I see ordering their breakfast each morning.

I would say that simple thing move simple minds such as myself. Boy do I have it rough, when not getting a tray throws me for a loop… It would seem there is far too much spare time on my hands…